Trapped in Time (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Deadly Dames and Sinister Games

Deadly Dames and Sinister Games

Once we were out of the sight of the Doctor and Amy, Al Capone's face changed and so did the grip on my arm. He became tense and clutched at me desperately.

"Alright, move it along. And keep your mouth shut, it would be a shame to see a pretty face like yours all broken and bloody."

"Where are we going?" My eyes darted back over to the gray club which we were walking away from. Something was wrong, he was taking me far away from the club and now the Doctor wouldn't be able to find me.

The worst possibilities flashed through my mind. I could become trapped in 1923 and never find my way back home. The Doctor could be dead right now, he might've been shot by the bootleggers. They might be trapped as well, only God knows where. Panic pulled at me as I watched the only place I knew begin to vanish before me, any moment I would be a captive, and I wasn't willing to let that happen. I had to escape and find the Doctor before it was too late.

"Let go of me, you're hurting my arm." I glared at Al Capone as I pulled against him, searching for my escape.

"Can it doll, close your mouth and act like the pretty bird you are." His gruff unshaven face turned towards the pitch black alley. My time was running out.

"The Gentlemen's club is that way, we're going the wrong way! I'll be late, and missed. I-I'm the star of the show, people will grow suspicious."

"Don't be ridiculous Ms. Trinket, I know exactly who you are. Who are you working for? You think I buy this exotic show girl act? The Gentlemen's club doesn't know anybody especially all the way from f**king Russia! Now, I'm going to ask you one more time before I blow your brains out, who are you working for? Are you with the Feds?" He sneers in disgust before he shakes me forcefully, and latches onto my arm tighter.

I try to think of ways to stall for time as he glares down at me. But, what can I say? What can I possibly tell him to convince him otherwise of what he believes in?

If I can think back onto that history textbook, if I can just remember a simple fact, maybe I'll gain his attention.

"Silly little Al, you think I'm just some dame off the streets, but you still haven't learned, have you? After all those years under Torrio's lead, I thought you would have learned how to treat women in power. I'm not against you, I was sent here to give you information about the new cargo of booze." I scoff, watching his face change from pale to bright red and then to a grisly purple. The color rises past his ears all the way to his bald spot.

I pull my arm away and begin to laugh loudly as a smug smirk spreads across my lips. He doesn't know it's all an act, so I take his reaction and begin to play off it.

Thank God I'm still alive, any other reaction and I swear he'd pull his gun out and let loose of the trigger.

My heart is still palpitating as the sweat drips down the side of my face, but it's night time and he's too embarrassed to look straight at me.

"I'm sorry miss, you don't understand, you could've been anybody. I was just playing the safe card. These are hard times we're facing." He begins to clear his throat roughly before pulling out a cigarette.

"How dare you even assume such a thing! Were you born in a barn? Ladies deserve respect," I growl in anger at him before pulling my hand back to slap him straight across the face.

Oh God, what have I done? I think I got a little too much into the role, but I had to stay true to the part or else he wouldn't believe me, right?..